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Delight when summer flowers grow,
Their petals spread with sunlit gold
And fragrance sweet when we behold
This garden God has given.
The sea..
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I spent my early years in Brooklyn, New York, a section called Williamsburg. In those days it was a Hassidic Jewish neighborhood with Italians secon..
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“Daddy, tell me one more story! Please, Daddy?”
Outside, dawn is making its floating ascent and I can see the top of its orange head ..
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So insistent are those fools
Believing life abides by rules
We all learned attending schools!
They will tell you if you try
To meet this life ey..
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To the untrained eye, mountain villages in my parents’ Sicily pale beside Palermo and Catania that deliver families those conveniences only p..
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A cowboy, a priest, and a penguin walk into a bar. This is not a three-way stage spotlighting vignettes of Texas or St. Malachy’s Sunday mas..
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sun (she said
she’s bored) light
filters through
clouds (eyes
covered with
trem…hands…bling,
fear dark enough
(star) to..
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In the arms of night, blinking stars yawn for quiet sleep,
while the two of us commit to wishes laden with love.
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Hidden in the leaves
Blue jay high in the oak tree
Tastes the birdhouse seeds
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Without
You to give meaning
To a life made so beautiful
Since we met,
What could I expect from my days?
I would wander lonely and
Confused
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